The Sunset Strip by mindgallery
Lost on I – 95 somewhere between Washington and Wyoming on an
improvised imaginary road trip. Holed up in an Orwellian
hot house reading magazines and roasting in
our silver snow suits with
red cross
backpacks
lost inside our lucid dreams we’re standing by a fountain of cracked
cement that’s shaped like a swan and it’s two hail Mary’s before
we get to taco bell hoping they let us drink in
the air
conditioning
before we move closer to the city of angels where we’ll get a place
with enough space for a reflection pond, where the birds
can gather, the leaves can rest and the grass
can grow
forever
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This is another “re-use and recycle” poem from mindgallery and the Brooklyn Missed Connections. I love how certain lines and sections of previous poems get shaken and stirred into a new word stew. Perfect for those post-holiday physical and emotional hangovers.
